I was supposed to be partying with a bunch of celebrities in paradise this week, okay?

But then, I made one teeny, tiny error in judgement before leaving New York, and suddenly, the paparazzi expected me to give a command performance as “the other man” in their straight celebrity “outing” of the week.

Um, no, precious. So much no.

Instead, I did what any self-respecting, secret-keeping man would do in that situation: I cancelled my trip and fled New York to hide out in the last place anyone would look for me - a weird, little Florida island where nothing exciting ever happened.

Or, at least, it didn’t...until I arrived.

Now, I find myself shacked up with my fake boyfriend Beale Goodman, Whispering Key’s most adorable, most enormous, most virginal cinnamon roll - a guy who rescues feral cats, believes in soulmates, and talks about happiness like it’s free for the taking.

A guy who nearly convinces me, with every smile and kiss, that it is.

Stranger still? I find myself falling for the people on the island. Fitting in, instead of sticking out. Making, you know, friends. And for the first time ever, I think I’ve found something I want to run to, rather than from....

As long as I can keep my secrets from catching up with me.